I just cleared a check, it's a good day to be me
My bitch such a bunch, her dog is hard to believe
Every time we *, I touch her stomach with ease
And now I'm all up in her guts until she tell me to leave
When I smile, my diamonds scream in different tones
Once she opened up, man, she can't leave it alone
I've been doing too much, need a different reform
Now my main bitch met my side chick, but they getting alone
I guess that's the cost of being high in demand
Try to keep it low, but they no higher than demand
Niggas talk of *, but that could get less of damn
They on that hot * till they see you, then they cool, that's a fan
You got a bitch that's cool
You got a bitch that's cool

Hot damn, look at you
Everything you say is true
All that hate you know is fuel
They ain't hating Jesus too
They ain't hating Jesus too
On the road, we bout to go up
Fetty on me, get my dough up
Pull up on her with the dozer
I want my booty, I dose her
Give me some air, then I doze off
Got a bougie bitch with me in her noser
Don't carry them bitch, but I know some
Boy, I'm so cold, put the coat on the floor
Like the killer, I feel sick, boy, that's murder I wrote, for real
Four fuckers feel, I'ma go, boom
R.I.P.
Not that my low
Rollin'
Bitch, we got motion
Diamonds on ocean
On water like Moses
They hate it on Jesus
We got sticks for the sweepin'
Oh, you got that, that's cool
Bitch, I got it too
Yeah
Yeah
Bitch, I got it too
You got a bitch that's cool
Hot damn, look at you
Everything you say is true
All that hate you know is fuel
They all hate it, Jesus, too
They all hate it, Jesus, too
Say, my nigga, who are you?
Who are you?
Why you talkin'?
Pay your dues
Pay your dues
I step out, I break the news
I break the bounce
Don't have a move
You probably takin' uber-booms
And you still hatin' about the fools
I, I, I been poppin' since the gen-do
No pretend-o, now my mama need a benzo
I was havin' way before I had my demos
I told them I could do it, I told them I could do it



I can't play no games, it's no Nintendo
N-eat my money like a Shindo's
The flaws so close, how are you mental?
Just be my mentor
Might just cut the instrumental
Cut it, cut it
Don't blink, I might jump out the window
You got a bitch that's cool
Hot damn, look at you
Everything you say is true
All that hate you know is fuel
They all hate it, Jesus, too
They'll hate it, you too